G'day Chris,
As one Perthite to another, welcome to WOL.
I'm surprised you haven't got into the Perth Poetry scene which I'm sure you must be aware, is buzzing.
Personally, if I was still running Poets Corner @ Pages Cafe in the State Library in the Cultural Centre in Perth, (2005-08) I'd ask you to read at the next meeting.
Instead I'd like to introduce you to a friend, Prof. Glen Phillips who initiated the International Centre for Landscape and Language at ECU and most of the writing centres around Perth: http://glenrephillips.blogspot.com.au/p/about.html
Please contact Glen; feel free to use my name - I think the pair of you would get on like wildfire.
Best,
Frances.😊

I composed this poem during a period of transition in my life. Among many other things, that time included discovering the power of poetry. Simply put, I just let fly without a safety net, so that the result reflects, as you suggest, an extreme of emotion that I later left behind.

I reckon that being lost can bring both good and bad experiences depending on your state of mind at the time. I've certainly been to both extremes but here I think you have captured one particular state very well. Thanks for posting. Colin.